𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 | 𝐋𝐄𝐎

I was about to commit homicide. Cold-blooded murder. And this was my first time. I had thoughts about killing men before this—whatever the reasons it might be. Mostly from the news I watched whenever it talked about a murder of a child or a woman being violated by a man because she rejected him or ruining someone's life that didn't deserve it.

But never had I actually killed someone for real and out of rage. First time for everything, I suppose.

Lieutenant Colonel Derek Hayes had his hips grinding down at her, saying that he wanted her to be under his control and just give in.

And that was when I decided he wasn't going to live tonight. The second I saw them heading to the VIP lounge, it took all my control not to storm in and drag her out of there; not to mention that Vought would twist this narrative that I was the villain trying to kidnap a Supe and the lieutenant was going to save the day.

And not just because another man was trying to take advantage of my girl, Derek Hayes was a fucking monster.

A real one.

Frenchie did some background research on the guy, and it wasn't pretty. Derek Hayes had connections to some of the darkest corners of military operations—illicit dealings, arms trafficking, and a string of unsolved disappearances that had been conveniently swept under the rug. It was clear that he was more than just a high-ranking officer; he was a key player in a network of corruption that spread far beyond his official duties.

In addition, there were rumors about talks regarding allowing Supes in the military, which was why he was at the Vought gala. I'd also heard that he had a penchant for Supe women and his form of rough play wasn't pleasurable by any means when a female Supe walked away with a bruised neck, a bloody nose, and a busted lip.

I didn't take pleasure in killing him. But I didn't regret it either. Seeing how he was with her, I was only too aware of the threat he posed. He was a predator, and predators like him needed to be eliminated. But I was fucking proud of her when she used her power to get him off her. And that took a lot of strength to do so.

And that was when I learnt that she had telekinesis. I wondered what other powers she had, but that was for another time.

I followed Hayes, who was walking out of the VIP lounge, smoothing his suit, muttering under his breath. "Who does that little bitch think she is? She's gonna pay for this."

Oh, he was definitely going to die tonight. I needed to get him out of the gala without causing any suspicions.

I followed Hayes, keeping a safe distance as he made his way down the hall. His arrogance was palpable, but so was his anger. His muttered threats revealed the depth of his malice and only solidified my resolve. If he were to leave this gala alive, there was no telling what he would do next. He had to be stopped, permanently.

As he approached the private elevator, I moved quickly, slipping behind a decorative pillar. I waited for him to enter the elevator and then followed, using the stairwell to remain undetected. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I took the service elevator to the basement level, where security footage and personnel would be minimal.

Hayes exited the elevator and walked toward a secluded parking area. It was here, away from the prying eyes of the gala attendees and the cameras, that I planned to confront him. I approached silently, ensuring that the shadows provided ample cover.

When he reached his car, a sleek black sedan, he fumbled with his keys, still grumbling about the night's events. I could see his anger building, but it didn't matter. He was about to face the consequence of his actions.

As he unlocked the car door, I moved swiftly, covering his mouth with a white cloth with a tint of Rohypnol before he could react. The surprise of the attack disoriented him, and I managed to wrestle him to the ground. He struggled and fought, but I was relentless. I made sure he knew exactly why this was happening. My anger was focused, my resolve steely.